Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1887-12-15
DOROTHY'S LOVER.

"You have been to the japanese Viii
lager Therese calculated; land you
bought that thingr
s'Yes," said Dorothy, unfurling a
gaudy yellow fan, on which pink and
blue chrysanthemums bloomed with
startling exuberance. ''Isn't it pref
typ"
Pretty" Therese echoed in disgust;
tits vile!"
"Oh, well" Dot, replied; ''the thing
is overdone, of course. But you can't
help seeing, Tress, that that is fine
color. Indeed, 1 think it is really
wonderful how they get such fine
colors on these cheap things. 1t is all
laid on with the brush, you know.
Tom. what are you doing?"
Marking it for YOU" her brother
replied, welding his pen deliberately;
you wouldn't want to lose such a
treasure. There you are, Dot. Dor
othy Grant Calhoun, Lyndham-on-the-
AK. Looks very well, doesn't it?"
81 wish you hadn't done that, Tom, J"
Dorothy said in yexation.
''Why, you are not ashamed of it, /
nope," Tom cried.
Il hate to have my name plastered
all over things that are of no value.
1t looks so mean and snobbish."
Never mind" said Therese sooth-
ingly, "a hundred years from now
that name will greatly enhance the
value of the fan. 1t may bring price
at sale"
''Give me my FAM" she cried, max
ing off with it. .'You aye not going
to make fun of it,.
BE sure and take it with you down
to the Shore" Therese called after her.
ut may serve hundred ends--out
sailing, you know, or on the beach. !"
''Qr to toss as a warming signal III
case of Illness" Tom interposed.
Il certainly shall take it, Dorothy
retorted. at will match my batiste
gown beautifully"
Perhaps it was perversity, but Dot
carried that yellow fan with her every
where after that
When Tom slowed her away in the
train week later, he left her flutter-
ing it over the leaves of a new novel
The train was crowded, as the trains
to the seaside usually are. Among the
passengers was tall slender man,
with perfectly correct outfit, and the
air of one who takes the world pleas
antly.
Pretty girl that" he unused. '.But
good gracious, what an extraordinary
fam"
Dot had it spread to its fullest ex-
tent, and was bending over now and
then to sniff the white lilacs she wore
on her breast.
81 wonder where she is going?" the
young man mused ''It's such hard
work drumming up girl at the Point.
Ii a fellow only knew somebody
All, beg pardon. May l occupy this
seatp"
Some one had got out at way
station, and the seat alongside of Dor
othy being vacant, the young man
pumped into it.
Dorothy gave him a cool nod of ac-
quiescence and went on reading.
The yellow fan was unfurled just
under the young mans eyes.
He could not help staring at it. and
there, quite plain to view, he read:
Dorothy Grant Calhoun, Lyndham-
on-the-Aix."
What a bore this conventionality
ISL he unused fretfully. Il might
have jolly time of it on the way
down if only dared to speak to her"
Dorothy laid down her fan and took
out a hair-pin to use as paper-knife.
The fan fell on the floor; then came
a flourish and
''Allow me-ahem! All, / beg par
don, but could not help seeing your
name on your fan, and l could not
help noticing the fan; it is SO hand
some. believe | am addressing Miss
Calhoun. Have | not the honor of
being a classmate of relative of yours
at Amherst College,"
MY brother Tomr' said Dot in sur
prise, glancing down at her fan.
'.How did you know it? Did you rec
ognize his writing?"
Il fancy so;' the young fellow fibbed
quite boldly. Excuse me, my name
is Russell. live at Lynn. Tom will
tell you ali about me. [ had no idea
when | sat down here that you were
his sister. 1t is so pleasant to meet